Monica came by yesterday morning to pick up some weed from wifey. She shows up visibly hungover, wearing pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt, braless, hair a mess, no makeup. In other words, sexy as fuck. She and wifey go do their weed splitting. When they’re done wifey retreats to go shower. Monica walks back in towards the kitchen. She was in the mood to play…again. “Psst…” she says. I look over and she’s got that sorta “look”. I walk over…she has her hands on her chest…squeezing for me. I love her tits. I stood in front of her and before I could say anything she whispered “Honey…let’s go to the bedroom…wifey is showering. I promise I’ll be quiet…”

She pushed me against the bed and got on her knees. She sucks me hard and fast, every stroke tickling her wet throat. She pulls out and says “mmmm…I love sucking you knowing that wifeys gonna be done soon…” With her big pouty eyes looking up at me, her tongue swirled around my cock with every stroke. Saliva dripping, her eyes fixated on me, I feel the pressure building. The shower turns off. Fuck. I hear footsteps as my wife is stepping out of the shower. Fuck. I’m looking down at Monica, who’s not stopping. I’m right on the cusp. Fuck. This can’t happen…I pull Monica up. She resists and whispers “no, wait…” I yank her up and we go back to the living room. A minute later my wife walks in, robed up. The looks on our faces…the vibe in the room…she fucking knew something was up.

Wife: “So…what’s up? Y’all look weird…”

Me: “…”

Monica (turns her eyes my way): “…”

Me: “Nothing bae, we were just chatting about Monica’s night.”

Monica: “Honey…”

She reached over and put her hand on my leg. My wife’s eyes were glued to Monica’s hand. I grabbed it to push it away, but my wife spoke up.

Wife: “No. Go ahead.”

Me: “With…what?”

Wife: “I mean…I don’t know what you were doing, but whatever you were doing. Go ahead…”

She’s pissed. Fuck. Monica grasped at my shorts and slowly started sliding them down. My wife was so fixated on her hand. She gripped my cock in her hand and looked up at my wife. All my wife could say was “well…go ahead…” She’s pissed. I tried to say something, but my wife angrily said “no…she can go ahead…” I said “baby not…we can’t…you’re upset…” She responded with an angry “go…”

Monica put her head down, looked away from my wife, and opened her mouth. My wife grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Instantly, tears came out of Monica’s closed eyes. That shit had to hurt.

Wife: “You. Fucking. We talked about... ‘No, honey, I’ll only do it again with you there.’ were your fucking words. So what the fuck is this?”

Monica: “I’m sorry. I thought you’d be into it. I’m sorry honey…”

My wife grabbed her head and pushed down towards me. “Make my fucking husband cum…” she said angrily. She let go of her head as Monica started sucking again. I couldn’t believe this. My wife’s words are swimming in my head. “Suck him…swallow his cock…make my husband wet…eat his cock you fucking slut…that’s my good little loose slut…” and on, and on, and on. Through the muffled sucking sounds, I can hear Monica cumming over and over as my wife derided her. I could feel her lips tighten around me every time she came. “Cum for your honey, you slut…I want you dirty and wet. Cum, you filthy little whore…” Fuuuuuck, hearing my wife talk like that drove me crazy.

My wife grabbed at Monica’s sweatpants and pulled them down. There were so many wet spots…she’d gotten them so dirty. Monica’s pussy was drenched. “Fill me up, honey…fill my loose pussy up…” My wife shoved 3, then 4 fingers deep into Monica. “More, honey. Open me up…make me wet…” As Monica sucked me, I can see my wife sliding fingers in and out, pulling Monica’s pussy open. Her hole was leaking everywhere. Monica was lost…she’d cum so much. Her eyes were glazed, her hard sucking had turned to a light licking. “More…” she said. My wife slowly started to press her thumb against Monica’s pussy. Monica couldn’t say anything but “more…more…more…” as she pressed back against my wife’s hand. At this point I was just watching, stroking myself.

Two minutes later my wife’s hand was buried inside Monica, bent over in front of me. Holy shit. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Monica stood up slowly, turned around, and sat on the couch. Legs spread, pussy full, she squirmed HARD as my wife moved in and out of her. In and out. With every stroke Monica’s pussy got wetter and looser. Her hole was fully accepting my wife’s entire hand.

I said “Baby…I fucking can’t anymore…I’m gonna cum.” My wife’s hand buried inside Monica, she said “cum on our honey’s pussy.” I stood up, and hovering over Monica’s pussy, stream after stream shot out. Her pussy and my wife’s hand were covered. My wife didn’t stop…my cum, Monica’s juices, it all made things…slippery. Her hand slid in and out easily and noisily. Monica was so lost. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she laid back limp and satisfied. My wife continued fisting her for several minutes, making her cum several times. Monica was so entranced that her orgasms were reduced to whimpers. Juices flowed out of her as my wife moved in and out.

Monica was spent. She had no energy left to give. “You done, honey?” my wife asked. “Yes…” she whimpered. Slowly, my wife slid her hand out. Monica’s wet, loose, sloppy pussy was gaping open and on full display. She was leaking everywhere. Juices dripped out in long streams. My wife, the dirty good girl that she is, reached down to collect Monica’s offering. She offered her wet hand to me. How could I resist? She shoved her wet fingers into my mouth and before I could even swallow, she kissed me deep and hard.

How lucky was I to be sharing?